Lyrics:
sir)
Yessirski (yes, sir)
I feel just like Kobe (yes, sir)
Yessirski (yes, sir)
We litty, we awesome, we great
They hate a lot (yeah), don't do it
I bust, I still might not stop
I don't take pills, I just fuck a lot
I'm all in her head tryna fuck it up
Bitch gimme all your money then suck it
Because it's murder when the heats on!"
Well now boy "Reach for the sky!"
Yeah but I don't understand, sir
"Don't you try no monkey business, I got
shit, dawg, you niggas don't know nothin', The only nigga we ever had in our motherfuckin' city, That nigga name is Sir Mix-A-Lot, But I'm not no Sir
sir, yes sir)
It's hard to align
(Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure)
My boys want to float above water and float above sky (Float above sky, yeah)
rules
Show you the real way to down a case of booze
Jump behind the wheel and still make some calculated moves
He's been about it since he found his way
than a fucking lightpost
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
far and you might drop
Cream of the crop
That's fertile land so I finna grow lots
Weeds tangling roots so they finna get chopped
On my own pedestal it's
Jump
Jump him
Jump
I been on my shit so long I can't take it no more
She want me back i'm at my limit I cant listen no more
I had a bad day everyday
my round and I might've drunk the lot
People say the crown should've knighted me 'sir drunkalot'
Move with caution, it's important to know
ct
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
As I was drivin' home along the boulevard late one night
I saw a guy in the corner, bummin' all alone
As I passed him by, I heard him holler out,
My name is Lion
Bitch I’m a king
You call it a mix
I call it a sting
That bitch a Devil where
Prada’s lil ring
My phone aint silent
Bitch where is
dance moves off my shelf
Young tamale, you're a hottie
The baddest out of Follies
Shake that cake like maraccas
Durty whine on it and mix it with
a fact
A lil bit of everything to be exact
Think party mix chips
When I call her a snack
And no Sir Mix-A-Lot
Ain't a part of this track
But she got
hitting all of the wrong keys
Taking shots of tequila, I gotta mix it with the weed
Everybody feels pain but this pain feels a part of me
Another one left
sit by the radio, hands on the dial tune
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers let it off (off, woo)
Mr. VA 'bout
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
What you pourin' up, bruh?
What you poured, huh?
(Shit, Dreko)
It feel like we dreamin'
Pussy nigga dream, wise up
Gang-gang
Mix the lean
as a cane (it came with a 30)
I'm not a rapper, got raised by trappers, they taught me the game (OGs)
Got on them frames by Louis (eat it up), but I wear my
a lot)
I was never taught
Showed myself how to get it
Jump, and now I can't stop (Can't stop, can't stop)
Got it off the block (Off the block)
Yeah, I lost
gonna bump like this
Turn around, then I make it jump like this (ladies)
You wanna keep that boy, then make it jump like this
Y'all didn't think that
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
be rapping
None of this is matching your actions
You just want to be the main attraction
You just want to fake until you make it
But uh uh no sir not
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